Luca Kaneshiro Real Face Novels & Stories

he said sardonically but Reed just chuckled. Facts about Luke Contrero: A self-made billionaire. Has a face and body that would melt any woman's heart and make their panties wet. Physically fit. A health buff. Generous. High-handed. Likes beautiful women and expensive cars. (in that order) Considers having sex as the best way to relieve stress One fucking machine Never fucks a woman without protection Doesn't bed the same woman for more than three times Has no scruples when it comes to getting what he wants

I heard a male sexy voice. " It's okay. She's just a kid. " I said and looked up. I found myself unable to speak as I looked in his eyes. His lips were curved into a small smile, making him more gorgeous. Warmth spread through my entire body as I found his green eyes on me. Oh god! Please tell me he's not married. " She's my sister, Thea. " Alisa smiled. His eyes were already on me. He extended his hand, " Luca Guerrero. " He softly said, pulling his hand out.

Other than that, he's human so he can't hide the fact that he's lying or not. Approaching footsteps caught my attention before I could say anymore. They were running and I could smell Tate, Jacob, and Ryan distinctly. Kai heard them too and stiffened. "I'm sorry, but I had to inform them to ensure my safety. I am their Luna after all," I apologized. He nodded understandingly. "Don't worry. I look a mess so I'd be concerned, too," he replied lightheartedly with a small smile. I returned the grin and looked at him in deeper context; I can definitely tell he's my mother's brother. No doubt in my mind at all. He had her same eyes, well our same eyes since my mother and I look almost identical.

"It was my pleasure." Something about his tone made my eyes narrow. "You sound familiar." I said, studying him closer. He chuckled, running a hand through his brown hair. "I get that a lot." He extended a hand. "I’m Luca." I shook his hand, my grip firm. "Lucian." "Oh, I know " He said, smirking. "I know a lot about you." Something in his tone made the hairs on the back of my neck stand. My grip tightened around his hand.

“I see, Nicho got you, you know, you didn’t just help her take out my family, you also recently helped her get some of my men, some of whom have been friends with Nicho for the longest of time, his best friend was one of those people,” Luca explained to him. “We are going for a drive; you like a good ride, right?” Luca asked. For someone who has assisted in taking the lives of so many people, he looked quite shaken and out of touch, Luca wondered how he was able to cosplay as one of his men for two years, after this, he would make sure he does a proper screening for every man that comes to work for him because he never wants a repeat of what happened, especially since he was playing to start

“What did you say?” Caroline looked directly at me. “You think she’s dead. But Cassandra Navarro never died, Mira. She simply became someone else.” I stared at her. “What are you talking about?” Caroline tilted her head, almost pitying. “You’ll see soon enough. But when you do—remember that Luca isn’t who you think he is either.” The words hit like ice water. Before I could respond, Luca stepped forward, voice dangerously quiet. “You’ve said enough.”

Elisha walked into the room as Luca's muffled scream filtered from the pillow into his ears. Luca turned to face him. "What are you doing?" "Waiting for you to finish throwing your tantrum like a pup," Elisha shot at him with a relaxed poise, his hands behind his head as he sprawled on the sofa. "You done now?" Luca sat up on his bed facing Elisha. "It was a hoax. It wasn't her," he said quietly, his voice almost a hush—a mix of pain and rage. "That witch… Orchid…"

No windows visible. Just grey walls and a single hanging light above his head. His hair looked slightly messy. His shirt sleeves were rolled up. But his face… His face looked perfectly calm. Too calm. Like a man enjoying a quiet evening conversation instead of a kidnapping. He leaned forward slightly and smiled. “Hello brother.” The word sounded almost friendly. Almost. I stared at the screen without speaking. Luca tilted his head slowly. “You look angry,” he said with fake concern while resting his elbow on his knee.

Kanaya pushed Lucas’s hand away. “I am not Kanaya. The old Kanaya is dead. The one standing in front of you now is Lana. I will never accept oppression from you again, Mr. Lucas.” Lana stared back as if she felt no fear toward the man in front of her.

We all know that all the happily ever after’s from the movies are bullshit. Happily ever after’s don’t exist. Especially for a motherfucker like me. A man who’s done so much wrong, seen things he shouldn’t have seen. Watched men and women get tortured, murdered, be ripped away from their goddamn families. My name is Luca Costello, and I’m a man of Italian origins. I’m twenty-eight, with a dark, scruffy beard, olive skin, thick eyebrows, pale green eyes, scars on my face as well as all over my goddamn body.